Chapter 40

Halloween/Samhain Nocturnal Bash
Hebron Academy,
Hebron, WV
11:45 pm Eastern Standard Time
Saturday, October 31, 1992

“Oh, damn ... oh, fuck, yeah!” Lisa screamed while I pounded her sweet, slick pussy and Erin licked her butt as usual in the library.

It was dark out, of course, but as school administrator, I had the keys to the place.

“Don’t forget, my ass and Missy’s are next to be fucked, please!” Michelle reminded me, as if I could forget ... I won their bottoms in that very library back in July.

“Oh, honey, when have you ever had to remind me to sodomize you girls!” I teased Michelle, even as Lisa moved my dick to her own butthole.

“Hey, I want a little anal, too!” my fiancee encouraged me to drive as far up her bum as i could, even as Erin sucked my balls now.

“Just remember who the birthday boy is, at least for another fifteen minutes or so!” I teased Lisa while I pounded her deliciously tight asshole.

Buggering a plump girl like Lisa was a different kind of exercise, because you could see how large and thick her buttocks really were. Every thrust in and out of such an impressive booty drove home the voluptuousness of my intended, of course. By now, Lisa had proven more than worthy of being in my inner circle. I had many lovers, of course, especially as the quotas filled up even faster than expected thanks to us catching as many visitors as we could. Even so, she was definitely in the cream of the crop category.

My closest lovers, most of them in my cult of sixty-nine members within the larger sect or church, started with Erin. That was a given. My cousin/sister/lover was my willing shadow, after all. Then there was my fiancee, Lisa Swain, aka Lisa Howard as she was informally known. She was less than a year my senior, and she could be a little nuts, but she was definitely much improved by now. I always had a weakness for curvy cuties, after all, buxom babes like Lisa.

Michelle and Missy were very close to me, of course. After all, I owned their asses before I claimed the rest of them, and they had struck a deal for the rights to my mouth. It was only somewhat enforced, and often rather facetiously, but on some level, a deal was a deal, wasn’t it? Then there were Deanna and Summer, my elder cousin/adopted sister and her girlfriend, who made a point of staying as close to me as they could manage it. For those two, close to each other as if they were twins or something, every treat and joy of life was meant to be shared with each other.

There was also Aunt Molly, aka Mama Molly, the woman who had adopted me, taken me in, and yes, taken me to bed since I met Gavin, my spirit guide. She was my father’s sister, and her main man was Curtis Howard, aka Uncle Curtis, aka Daddy Curtis, her old boyfriend who happened to be black. Any sexual contact with him was minimal and largely incidental, though it occurred at times while we were drunk.

We were both bi, but we also both preferred twinks when it came to guys. He was still very close, though, as a mentor and father figure, even adopting me legally earlier that month shortly after his wedding to Molly. I used his surname, Howard, of course, instead of my birth name, Macduff. His nieces, Holly and Shelly Howard, were now my first cousins and part of my harem, definitely worming their way into my heart.

There were also David, Lisa’s younger brother, and his girlfriend, Amber. There was an unmistakable “devil’s triangle” quality of menage a trois with that couple, David being very bi, a real twink, and submissive to me. Amber was the daughter of my favorite teacher, Debbie Kearney/Howard, of course, and she had the same golden curls to live up to her name. There was Sarah Swain/Howard, Lisa’s little sister, as well, who had her own group of sixty-nine.

Last, but not least, there were the so-called “Sister Squad”: Claudia, Caroline, and Candice Adams, my blood half-sisters by my birth father, Clifford Macduff. Though there were plenty of kinswomen, legally, physically, and spiritually, in my commune of four hundred fourteen adults and older adolescents, there was something about my own biological sisters, of course, that was bound to have a unique impact on me. For one thing, Candice especially went out of her way to prove her abject submission and loyalty whenever she could.

My fair-haired sister even proposed that in order to marry her, her boyfriend Ryan Kent would have to ask for my blessing for her hand in marriage. I would need to give her away at her wedding, too, just as if I was her old man. Yes, even her beloved “Rye guy,” as she called him, had to play second fiddle to her brother. Of course, the fact that he was in Lenny’s harem and Candice was in mine tended to be a factor, too. He probably spent more time getting butt-fucked by Lenny Powell than sliding his dick into his girlfriend’s pussy these days, but that was just a reality of harem life. At least he wasn’t a eunuch like five men in the sect, former Klansmen turned manservants to Curtis.

“Oh, damn, yeah ... fuck, yeah ... do it harder! Stick it deeper up my ass!” Lisa urged me to sodomize her even rougher than I already did.

Such was the influence of the pheromones, of course, not to mention my complete domination of every person bearing my seal on their buttocks. Sixty-eight such people, aside from myself, had such a mark, and for every last one of them, from Erin to Candice, the one thing in life that mattered most was my pleasure and happiness. They lived to serve me, just as Curtis’s concubines and catamites did for him, from Molly to Patsy Cummings. Personal devotion to the head of the order of sixty-nine members was what counted most of all, utter loyalty to the master, as it were. Our church was both a congregation and an aggregate of six different secret societies of sixty-nine members a piece, the lower sixty-eight totally and unconditionally submissive to the heads of them.